1980 My literary era

Rumors are magical. Even though you think it's done secretly, you never know when it will spread all over the world.

The day after Lin Weimin made an appointment with Cheng Shixu, Jia Dashan found Lin Weimin during lunch.

Jia Dashan is a very silent person in the class. He is rarely heard talking loudly. When everyone speaks freely, the most important thing he does is listen.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Whether you admit it or not, even in places like training classes, there are still various small groups.

Because of differences in age, experience, and region, a tacit boundary will always be established.

Therefore, Lin Weimin didn't have much contact with Jia Dashan, and he was very curious that he came to him directly.

"Weimin, I heard that you made a bet with Shi Xu to rewrite a novel using the novella you wrote before?"

"How do you know? We didn't tell anyone else!"

"I heard what Lao Huang said."

Lin Weimin was helpless, how did this big mouth know?

"Yes. Shi Xu has been out of ideas lately, so I'm trying to find a way to help him.

The same characters and story direction, two people writing together will definitely burst out different inspirations. "

A smile appeared on Jia Dashan's serious face, "I think your idea is a good one, can I get involved?"

Lin Weimin looked at him unexpectedly, not expecting him to make such a request.

After only hesitating for two seconds, Lin Weimin said happily: "Okay, this is better. The more it is like this, the more meaningful our attempt will be."

Jia Dashan's smile became even brighter, "I think so too. This is a good experiment."

It is human nature to join in the fun. As soon as Jia Dashan left, Qu Xiaowei came over.

"Hey, can you take me with you?"

"you?"

"What's wrong? I can't do it?"

"Of course, if you want to participate, just participate!"

Lin Weimin thought it didn't matter. This was just a writing exercise and anyone could participate.

Qu Xiaowei left with satisfaction.

Lin Weimin stared at Huang Zonghan who was cooking rice, "Old Huang, how did you know about this? Is your mouth too loose? Why don't you catch up with that good old lady's waistband!"

Huang Zonghan showed an apologetic smile, "I heard it just when I was leaving the dormitory last night. We chatted about it this morning. What an interesting thing!"

"It's interesting, why don't you join?"

"Me? Can I do it too?" Huang Zonghan asked.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Let's mess with it like this. I think it's only interesting if we all do it together."

Huang Zonghan imagined it. It was indeed a very interesting thing for all the students in the class to create based on a story background and similar character settings.

"Okay, count me in." Huang Zonghan said with a smile.

"Hey, hey, have you heard about it?" Huang Xiaoying said with a mysterious face in the girls' dormitory.

"What did you hear?"

"It seems that the boys have launched an event."

"What activity?" Tang Kangmei asked curiously.

"It was Lin Weimin who first proposed it, using the story background and characters of the novella he had written before for everyone to create together and see what everyone's writing looks like."

After listening to Huang Xiaoying's words, several girls in the girls' dormitory suddenly became interested.

"This is such an interesting idea, I want to try it too."

Several girls quickly reached an agreement, with the exception of Huang Anyi.

She was busy writing an article that Huang Zonghan asked her to write.

Huang Zonghan is the editor-in-chief of "Jiangcheng" magazine. He was invited by an editor for the first time in his life. The heavy psychological pressure made Huang Anyi unable to sleep well at night. All his dreams were about writing novels.

"I won't participate anymore. I haven't got a clue yet about the manuscript I promised Lao Huang."

Several people in the girls' dormitory discussed it and let Tang Kangmei, the eldest sister, take the lead.

She knocked on the door of Lin Weimin's dormitory and shouted through the door: "Lin Weimin, come out."

"What's going on?"

"We also want to participate in your writing project."

Lin Weimin was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what Tang Kangmei was talking about. He nodded and said, "Okay, welcome."

After getting his affirmative answer, Tang Kangmei left with satisfaction.

With the addition of the girls' dormitory, more and more students in the class expressed their willingness to participate in this writing project. Lin Weimin readily agreed, and the teachers who made the final fuss knew about it.

"What's wrong with you?" Tang Yuqiu stared at Lin Weimin eagerly.

"It's unfair! Teacher Tang, you've wronged me so much this time."

Tang Yuqiu scolded: "Speak properly and don't play tricks."

Lin Weimin restrained his tone and said, "I'm doing something good this time."

"Cheng Shixu, who had been out of ideas for writing recently, told me about it, and I came up with an idea. We would write a work with the same story background and character settings.

In this way, we can learn from each other and learn from each other's strengths.

Later, this matter was spread by Lao Huang, uh, Huang Zonghan. Everyone thought it was interesting and insisted on coming to participate. I am also a beautiful adult! "

So that's it.

But Tang Yuqiu couldn't help but stared at Lin Weimin suspiciously for a while, and he acted like a good baby.

"Okay, got it."

After Tang Yuqiu left, Lin Weimin lamented, "I am obviously doing good things!"

Qu Xiaowei came over to rub salt into his wounds, "Look, look, Teacher Tang's eyes are so sharp that he can tell at a glance that you are not a good guy."

"Thief Sun!"

Tonight, the writing atmosphere in the canteen of School D of the District Committee was particularly lively, and the attendance rate reached a new high.

Thanks to the writing project organized by Lin Weimin, everyone feels that their desire to write is so high that they are as weak as writing!

Lin Weimin was also sitting among them, writing like a spirit.

He made this suggestion to Cheng Shixu naturally because he had something in mind.

The previous novella was adapted from a TV series, and he happened to have watched a TV series. The story direction and character relationships were very similar to the previous TV series, so he could use it.

He was writing happily when he felt something poking him from behind. When he looked back, it was Huang Anyi.

"Lin Weimin, how do you write the word 'rabbit' in 'rabbit'?"

Lin Weimin joked: "An Yi, do you also want to use such vulgar words?"

Huang Anyi's face turned red with embarrassment, "How can the words be vulgar? What is vulgar is the human mind."

He felt as if he had been scolded, but Huang Anyi didn't give him a chance to reply, "Would you mind?"

"It's the Chinese character for mountain, Jiasi."

Adhering to the idea that a good man should not fight with a woman, Lin Weimin still told Huang Anyi, and finally said, "You are not good at Chinese in elementary school. Why do you still ask me about such a simple word?"

Huang Anyi rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.

Lin Weimin was annoyed, but Qu Xiaowei joked: "You, you, you really don't understand the style."